Shout out to that dude who I have 3 classes with who still doesn’t glance my way when we pass each other on campus. This one’s for you:
Was it something I said? Was it something I did? Did I answer that question in class that you really wanted to answer? Do I have bad breath? Do you think I’m a leper?
I cannot for the life of me figure out what it is about you. What is so hard about saying, “hi” or even just a casual smile? I’m not asking for your kidney. I definitely don’t care to know your mother’s maiden name or what sports you played in the pee-wee league. But some sort of casual gesture of friendliness that recognizes that we are two adults who recognize each other’s existence.
I know that you know who I am, we’re friends on FaceBook for f*ck’s sake. And now I’m standing here pretending that I saw a bug or something instead of what was actually happening. I fell into the trap of an unreciprocated wave. Now everyone around me thinks I’m dancing or having a seizure. Either way, it’s not good.
So thanks a lot, I’ll just awkwardly robot back home now. But, you know what? Hey! Don’t worry, I’ll catch you in class tomorrow, or the next day or the next day, since we literally have class together. Every. Single. Day. #schmuck